Chapter 1 Ready for battle.

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The UTSC warship the pillar of toon floated in space surrounding it are about three star fighters. Slowly looming out of the blackness of space came a massive ring like structure over a thousand times larger than the mighty ship.

On the bridge captain Uno gazed out the forward view port. The ships AI Areith stood next to him on her pedestal.

Captain Uno: Arieth all I'm asking is did we lose them?

Areith: I think we both know the answer to that.

Captain Uno sighed and turned around. He is in his forties with a thick brown mustache. He scratches his head.

Captain Uno: We made a blind jump how did they …

Areith: Get here first? Organization ships have always been faster.

The captain starts walking around the bridge filled with young toon naval personnel.

Areith: As for tracking us all the way from reach at light speed my maneuvering options were limited.

The Captain makes his way over to a radar console.

Uno: We were running dark yes?

Areith: Until we decelerated. No one could have missed the hole we tore in subspace.

Uno looks over the radar operator's shoulder.

Areith: They were waiting for us on the far side of the planet.

Uno makes his way back over to the main tactical display.

Uno: So where do we stand?

Areith: Well our fighters are mopping up their picket patrols. Nothing serious.

She paused for a second.

Areith: But I have isolated approach vectors for multiple OSS class battle groups counting three capital ships per group. And in about ninety seconds they'll be all over us.

Uno nodded.

Uno: Well that's it then. Bring the ship back up to combat protocol alpha. I want everyone on board ready to fight in fifty seconds.

Areith: Everyone sir?

Uno: Everyone. Oh and Areith.

Areith: Hmm?

Uno smirks.

Uno: Let's give our old friends a warm welcome.

Areith: I've already begun sir.

All through the ship everyone rushes about grabbing weapons, sealing bulk heads, and forming up squads.

A large African American man with for a left arm address's his troops. His name is sergent Barret Wallace. His squad is a motley bunch of young men their names are Timmy Turner, Raymundo, Clay, Kaz, Chester, and Shang.

Barret: Gentle today we are going to finish what the fly boy's started as usual. We are going to beat the shit out of them! Rip their spines out through their skulls and toss 'em away laughing! Am I right marines!

Raymundo yawns leaning on his rifle.

Raymundo: Can't we take a nap first?

Barret: Son you just got out of a cryo sleep chamber ten minutes ago.

Raymundo: Yeah but you really don't get much sleep though. Most of the time your just floating half dead in a tube that's below ten degrees Fahrenheit.

Barret: Oh sure you can take a nap. And while you're at it a bunch of nobodies are going to come by and tear you to pieces or worse! They make you listen to Targon poetry!

Raymundo (screaming like a little girl: NOT TARGON POETRY!!!!!

Barret: So stay awake and stay alive! You got that?

Raymundo: SIR YES SIR!!!!

He runs out gun held ready. Barret smiles.

Barret: A little motivation. That's all it takes..

Well I told you I get it up. Eventually. Read and Review please. By the way thank you

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